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Remember: everything Dave E. Strider says is made up.
Dave supports his weight with his straightened out arms as he leans back on his half rate mattress. For once, he didn’t have much to say. Emptily thinking about possible new sick beats whilst his big speakers played a song from one of his several obscure favourite bands. Normally he’d be blasting it, but since his girlfriend you was over he graciously decided to keep it relatively low for her uncultured ear’s sake. Punk rock filled his ears as his eyes wandered up to the ceiling, his foot flicking up along with the metronome of the song.
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